Written By Joscelin
March 14, 2017, 1:35 a.m.(2/3/1006 AR)
I've acquired a book on ancient civilizations from a rather intense collector. It's beautifully illustrated, the tome itself rather a work of art.
It's rather detailed, it even has translations of various items that have been scribed on. There's one from a scroll. The words are quite lovely:
"We want to stay, but time is scarce,
We are so close that it is hard to stop.
"Her face is sorrow
and her words promise faithfulness.
"She gives me ring to remember this time,
ties a knot, to say our hearts are twined.
"Her tears drop on the mirror
and around the guttering lamp insects swirl.
"The dawn light comes slowly
and the rising sun starts to show."
Hmm. I may not return this.
*"The Poem of Huizhen" by Yuan Zhen (779-831 BCE)
It's rather detailed, it even has translations of various items that have been scribed on. There's one from a scroll. The words are quite lovely:
"We want to stay, but time is scarce,
We are so close that it is hard to stop.
"Her face is sorrow
and her words promise faithfulness.
"She gives me ring to remember this time,
ties a knot, to say our hearts are twined.
"Her tears drop on the mirror
and around the guttering lamp insects swirl.
"The dawn light comes slowly
and the rising sun starts to show."
Hmm. I may not return this.
*"The Poem of Huizhen" by Yuan Zhen (779-831 BCE)
Written By Joscelin
March 14, 2017, 12:22 a.m.(2/3/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Sameera
It's rare to find someone so young with the abilities this one has, and she is quite skilled. Her arrival some months ago had her in my shop, looking to join the Guild and learn a few things. Truth is, she taught me just as much, an honest, observant critic as constructive as she is honest. Proud to know her.
Written By Joscelin
March 13, 2017, 6:55 p.m.(2/2/1006 AR)
I can't believe this. The pitcher my grandmother left me, the one I fill with tea and serve in the atelier? It's missing.
Did someone steal it? Why would someone do that?
Did someone steal it? Why would someone do that?
Written By Joscelin
March 13, 2017, 4:03 p.m.(2/2/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
Inquisitive man with a nature reserved for scientists and scholars and people who see through the mundane to the world under it.
Written By Joscelin
March 10, 2017, 4:07 p.m.(1/24/1006 AR)
So I returned to my living quarters to find crumbs on my counter, an open book or seven around the house and ... my towels were wet.
I suspect I know who did this.
If you were the one that folded the corners of my books to mark your places in them, wench, I'm going to spank you next I see you.
But I'm glad your key works.
I suspect I know who did this.
If you were the one that folded the corners of my books to mark your places in them, wench, I'm going to spank you next I see you.
But I'm glad your key works.
Written By Joscelin
March 9, 2017, 10:32 p.m.(1/23/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
You're a dick.
I love you.
So you're allowed to be a dick.
Dick.
I love you.
So you're allowed to be a dick.
Dick.
Written By Joscelin
March 8, 2017, 11:39 a.m.(1/20/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Percephon
I've said before and I will say it again: I have as yet to meet a member of House Valardin that I didn't like, and Lord Percephon is no exception. A keen mind and wit, deceptively stoic but I did make him smile. The challenge he's set before me is a unique one; how does one create a portrait in metal and stone, a symbol of a person written in more symbols, subtle and unique to said person?
I'll be amused to no end if he unintentionally sets off a fashion trend.
I'll be amused to no end if he unintentionally sets off a fashion trend.
Written By Joscelin
March 2, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(1/8/1006 AR)
[the ink has blots, like water droplets speckled across the page, but it's quite legible]
I fear I will never get closure, little sister. That I will pull my hair and wail as my mother did when father didn't come back with his regiment, that I will soak in the grief of unknowing until my curls go white with unrelenting uncertainty.
I love you, Ianthe. I loved you when you were a snot-nosed, red-kneed little urchin that stuck her fingers in my crafting supplies and beads, when you stole my sketchbook and I screamed about it- ...only to find a little (terrible) drawing of you and me, holding hands and smiling, stuck in the pages halfway through. My heart was stolen.
I loved you when you got me into trouble the first, second, third, and fifth time. The fourth time I still refuse to think about. The look on mother's face-
I pray you're safe. I pray you're unafraid and content, satisfied in your work or where you are.
But I feel I know the truth. I grieve, though, that I will never know or understand the things that led you to your fate, our fate, the ties between us. That I will look and wonder if there was something I could have done to salvage all of this. To save you. I suspect now that was never my job, but it burns in me, the duty of loving as an older sister; I was meant to protect you and I failed.
I fear I will never get closure, little sister. That I will pull my hair and wail as my mother did when father didn't come back with his regiment, that I will soak in the grief of unknowing until my curls go white with unrelenting uncertainty.
I love you, Ianthe. I loved you when you were a snot-nosed, red-kneed little urchin that stuck her fingers in my crafting supplies and beads, when you stole my sketchbook and I screamed about it- ...only to find a little (terrible) drawing of you and me, holding hands and smiling, stuck in the pages halfway through. My heart was stolen.
I loved you when you got me into trouble the first, second, third, and fifth time. The fourth time I still refuse to think about. The look on mother's face-
I pray you're safe. I pray you're unafraid and content, satisfied in your work or where you are.
But I feel I know the truth. I grieve, though, that I will never know or understand the things that led you to your fate, our fate, the ties between us. That I will look and wonder if there was something I could have done to salvage all of this. To save you. I suspect now that was never my job, but it burns in me, the duty of loving as an older sister; I was meant to protect you and I failed.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 19, 2017, 10:52 p.m.(12/15/1005 AR)
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
I miss Felix.
I miss Ianthe. I miss Myrinda.
Sometimes I even miss Keno.
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
Who needs children when you have weird family?
I'm serious. I have my self-adopted family and we had dinner tonight. It was wonderful, and entertaining, and sobering.
I miss Felix.
I miss Ianthe. I miss Myrinda.
Sometimes I even miss Keno.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 17, 2017, 1:16 p.m.(12/10/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Dominic
Mongoose has been under the weather, and after running into a large man who seemed to know about dogs, I sent Prince Dominic an inquiry after -realizing- he was -that- prince.
He was kind enough to see my beastie and offered a gut-clearing tea for her. So far, it's working well, though I have to keep the garden door open throughout the day for poor Mongoose.
He was kind enough to see my beastie and offered a gut-clearing tea for her. So far, it's working well, though I have to keep the garden door open throughout the day for poor Mongoose.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 14, 2017, 12:09 p.m.(12/4/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Felix
I can't give you what you deserve.
And I am sorry for it.
And I am sorry for it.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 12, 2017, 10:36 p.m.(12/1/1005 AR)
Still no word.
Please let the silence be her coming home to me, and not-
Please let the silence be her coming home to me, and not-
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 6, 2017, 11:43 p.m.(11/14/1005 AR)
Spent the afternoon picking at old, healed wounds and writing terrible, awful poetry with Aureth. Ah. Just like old times.
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 5, 2017, 11:25 p.m.(11/11/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
Note to self:
Invite Silas Mercier to my reception.
He's in my defense party, so-
Invite Silas Mercier to my reception.
He's in my defense party, so-
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 3, 2017, 12:30 a.m.(11/2/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Aureth
You think you know a guy.
Really, Aureth?
Really?
Really, Aureth?
Really?
Written By Joscelin
Feb. 2, 2017, 12:21 a.m.(10/27/1005 AR)
The Auction for the Fashion Show was incredible, so many generous patrons of the arts, it was a sight to see.
I'm a little overwhelmed still; I won a gorgeous painting by my near-brother, Fortunato, and.... there are no words. I want to display it somewhere public but I've not the clue where.
Myri would be proud of the attention paid to her dress. It was ...
...well.
The others did well to, little Lyiana ran off with a -fortune-.
Larissa Whisper, you are a wonder.
I'm a little overwhelmed still; I won a gorgeous painting by my near-brother, Fortunato, and.... there are no words. I want to display it somewhere public but I've not the clue where.
Myri would be proud of the attention paid to her dress. It was ...
...well.
The others did well to, little Lyiana ran off with a -fortune-.
Larissa Whisper, you are a wonder.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 30, 2017, 5:03 p.m.(10/20/1005 AR)
Ever hear a blacksmith giggle?
It's -disturbing-.
It's -disturbing-.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2017, 8:56 p.m.(10/17/1005 AR)
I just received a shipment, crates, from my sister Ianthe. And a few letters, things to forward along.
I'm scared.
And I'm also laughing.
Is this... is this sand, at the bottom of the crate?
One of the crates had holes. There was a kitten squeaking in it. It's very chubby and has white toes. It's currently sitting on Mongoose's head.
These look like pressed flowers. I'm actually wondering if they aren't gizzards of some animals. They might be. They're quite colorful.
...that's a book on erotica. Oh. Oh my.
Lots of clothes. Black leather. Lots of black leather.
So many other books.
Oh, Ianthe.
Could you not fold these before sending them?
Or washed them?
Come back safe, so I can scold you for this. And love you.
I'm scared.
And I'm also laughing.
Is this... is this sand, at the bottom of the crate?
One of the crates had holes. There was a kitten squeaking in it. It's very chubby and has white toes. It's currently sitting on Mongoose's head.
These look like pressed flowers. I'm actually wondering if they aren't gizzards of some animals. They might be. They're quite colorful.
...that's a book on erotica. Oh. Oh my.
Lots of clothes. Black leather. Lots of black leather.
So many other books.
Oh, Ianthe.
Could you not fold these before sending them?
Or washed them?
Come back safe, so I can scold you for this. And love you.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2017, 3:25 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)
On a less anxious note, I've decided to make official what I've apparently always been.
I am now a Disciple of Jayus.
I told Felix that when I'm gray and old and he's died before me
(which will happen as the man insists he can't live without me)
and my children are long since grown, maybe then I'll be made Godsworn.
Until then, I'll follow my path as I see it lit before me.
Tonight I hold vigil in the Shrine of Jayus, for me and those I love whose fate I know not of.
I am now a Disciple of Jayus.
I told Felix that when I'm gray and old and he's died before me
(which will happen as the man insists he can't live without me)
and my children are long since grown, maybe then I'll be made Godsworn.
Until then, I'll follow my path as I see it lit before me.
Tonight I hold vigil in the Shrine of Jayus, for me and those I love whose fate I know not of.
Written By Joscelin
Jan. 29, 2017, 3:23 a.m.(10/15/1005 AR)
Relationship Note on Ianthe
I fear I know what's happened, in my heart there is a hollow, like a shout down a hallway centuries empty.
Please let me be wrong.
Gods, please let me be wrong.
Please let me be wrong.
Gods, please let me be wrong.
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